Berlin Alexanderplatz: The Story Of Franz Biberkopf - Plot & Excerpts
Franz looks the place over. He chuckles: “Emmi, cute li’l Emmi, it was nice I found ye today, wasn’t it?” She doesn’t yet understand the man, but is mightily flattered, he can go to hell, that other guy who had stood her up, let ‘im get mad, if he wants to. “Emmi, sweet Emmi, just take a peep at this shop.” “Well, he certainly don’t make much with his pressing.” “Who?” “That little black fellow.” “Nope, not him, but the others.” “Those fellows back there? How do you know? I don’t know ‘em.” Franz chuckles: “Neither do 1. never seen ‘em before, but I know ‘em just the same. Just look at ‘em. And the boss: he presses in front, but in the back - well, he does something else.” “Rooming house?” “Maybe so, nope, oh, they’re all a lotta crooks. Who do all those suits hanging there belong to? I’d just like to be a bull with a brass badge and ask that guy-you’d see ‘em beat it, all right.” “What is it?” “It’s all stuff they’ve hooked, and just deposited here!
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